Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.